Little by Little | Noel Gallagher

Chapter 8

AN: Content warning - lots of sexy times ahead. 

They lay on Noel's bed, legs, arms and tongues all entwined together. Amy's heart was hammering so fast it was impossible he couldn't hear it. She tugged at Noel's shirt, hoping he'd get the idea. He grinned against her lips and sat up so he could slip his shirt off.

He was lean and softly toned. She sat up too, so she could finally feel the chest hair she'd been thinking of since she first saw it peeking out of his shirt. Her fingers roamed over his chest and she felt his heart beating just as fast as hers. He smiled at her shyly. Was he nervous?

"You look good," she said cheekily. Noel felt pleasure rush through him.

"Thanks," he said. He tugged on her dress. "Do I get to see what you look like?"

Amy felt nerves ripple through her, but she nodded. She maintained eye contact with Noel as she pulled the dress over her head. She reached behind to unclasp her bra.

Noel's breath hitched in his throat. Her breasts were better than he imagined – they were perfect. His erection strained against his jeans.

"My eyes are up here," Amy joked. He laughed and leant forward to kiss her, laying her back down. He planted soft kisses along her jaw and her neck while she pleasurably raked her hands through his hair. She moaned breathily when he touched her breasts, softly cupping and squeezing them in his hands. He felt her nipples harden beneath his touch.

Noel kissed his way down her chest, spending time to take each breast in his mouth gently, before making his way down her stomach and hips. Her navel was pierced. Every kiss and touch felt like fire to Amy. This was so different to the rushed, awkward bumping she'd experienced last time she had sex. He was taking the time to make her feel good. She was already damp between her legs.

Noel sat up again, slowly peeling off the pantyhose she was wearing.

"Sorry, not the most shag-friendly fit," she joked, but Noel gulped. He thought it was the sexist thing he'd ever seen, the way he held her lean, smooth legs in his hands as the pantyhose came off. He remained holding onto one, balancing it on his shoulder as he finally slipped off her underwear.

Amy lay completely naked as Noel stared her. He'd probably slept with supermodels and women like that. She subconsciously went to cross her arms over herself, but he stopped her.

"Don't. You're beautiful," he said. She flushed at his compliment. "You know we don't...it's fine if you've changed your mind," he added, sensing her sudden nervousness.

Her heart fluttered. She shook her head. She was aching for his touch. "I haven't."

Noel smiled. He leant down and kissed her deeply once more, before slipping his hand between her legs. He watched pleasure overcome her as he touched her in the right spots. The noises coming from her told him he was doing the right thing. He smirked against her throat, pleased with himself.

Amy thought she might pass out when she felt Noel's mouth on her. He held onto her thighs and she struggled to remain in control as he kissed and licked her in her most sensitive of places. One of her hands grabbed at the sheets, while the other pulled at his hair. Her breathing was becoming faster and she hear he own moans echoing around the room. He slid a finger inside her.

"Oh fuck, Noel," she said, her hips bucking into face. Noel tensed. He honestly thought he might come right then himself. He'd never gotten this aroused from giving someone else pleasure before. He grabbed onto Amy's hip to steady her, and himself.

She began to feel the pleasurable tightening sensation pooling in her abdomen. She tried to keep her legs from shaking but it was too late. She was so close. His fingers and tongue moved expertly together. "Oh my god," she whispered, before she finally succumbed to her orgasm and let the waves of pleasure roll over her.